You know what I hate? Caty girls. The real pretty ones that always are in a group.

I’m in the middle of group work, it’s break time, don’t worry, and no matter what I say or how loud I speak, no one listens to me. Or if they do, they talk down to me.

I’m an outsider. I’m not from here therefore, I don’t have friends here.

I just got the dirtiest look. Maybe you are better than me, but I’m tired of you. All of you.

Thank God this will be over soon.

And people wonder why I dislike people.

And on top of it all, my stomach is killing me.


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